The fox used to be very much afraid of the rooster. Whenever he heard him crow, he would run to the bush and hide. One day Rooster meets Fox in an open field, and asks Fox why he always runs from him. “Because I am afraid of the flame of fire you carry on your head, Mr. Rooster.” — “Oh, that is not fire. Come close and look at it!” Fox feels Rooster’s comb, and sees that there is not even a bone in it. Fox calls together his comrades, and tells them what he has learned. They decide to go to the farm and prey upon the chickens, as there is no longer any need to fear Rooster. And to this day Fox profits from the foolish confession of Rooster.